For madmen

Seeing through bitter eyes

Pride is prime of youth

His blackness - is his vanity

To side - the side of truth

He knows - he'll always lose

He's lost before

A boy with a grievance

A man with a grudge to bear

Society seen to destroy all he's been

Vietnam taught to kill

Dormant behind the will

He still retains the will

And he will

The scarcity of pain

In contentment rich boy realize

No pleasure - is pleasure

Till he's fed by its name

Nothing to lose

Still less to gain

Nameless, Faceless

Walking corpse

I met murder on the way

He wore a mask like today

Around every corner

A conscience cries

Struggling for breath in a vacuum

Faced with the cold gaping wound

For madmen only

Know where contentment lies

For madmen only

A coolness knows no conscience

Put away with finality

In the high impassioned pit of murder

Conscience free - slit accuracy

For madmen only

Never search for happiness

For madmen only

Only pleasure

Everybody is that crime

Walking the thin straight line

The tightrope of tragedy

For madmen only

Know where contentment lies

For madmen only

The great american dream

... The decline of civilization

...... Echoed in the victim's scream

......... I met murder on the way

............ He wore a mask like today